It must be said that in this extreme case, anyone's response is extremely rapid, including Soba.

When the evil son shouted, he did not hesitate to follow us on the ground.

The next second, I felt a gust of wind blowing over the woods, no... it should be something like a shock wave.

They can't see their form, but they can clearly feel their existence, like a group of wild bison, regardless of whether there are obstacles ahead, like a rampage in all directions.

We are lucky, not only timely reaction, but also fortunately lost the time of the reminder of the evil son...

In the next second that the evil son reminded us, everyone shrugged down, and no one was injured in this shock, and the trees in the woods were also slightly bent, and there was no sign of being broken.

Arguably, this kind of impact that makes me feel dangerous is definitely not something that trees can resist, not to mention being broken by the impact, that is, it is very likely to be uprooted and rushed out.

But this is not the outside world, and those trees naturally cannot be used to the theory of the ordinary.

“What...what...what...” The falling trembling son seemed very afraid, and even if the shock wave disappeared, it still did not mean to get up: “It is like a living creature... there was a collision in the air inside it... as if it exploded...”

I opened my eyes and hurriedly asked the evil son, “Are you the people you have felt before?”

“No... it’s something else that’s just emerging...” The tone of the fall son’s speech was very heavy, and it seemed that the living creature had made it feel threatened: “It was not dead...”

When the evil son said this, in the woods, he had slowly stepped out of a monk.

He is different from the Tibetan Buddhist practitioners, dressed very casually, is a cotton robe, at least 60 years old, the face is full of gullies, but the smile makes people feel very cordial.

At this moment, we are not 100 meters away from him.

But even if it is far away, I can feel his truth, and there is a sense of compassion in his smile that emanates from the depths of his heart and cannot be said to be Buddha-nature.

No matter what I think, I can feel his temperament.

Even if I didn’t know him, I would think he was a good man.

When we saw him, the evil son looked a little confused, and the tone of his speech became a little confused: “It seems to be him...”

“The person who just got into the gas in the body... was it him?”I frowned: "I don't look like it, this monk's breath is almost like ordinary people..."

When I say that, I know very well.

We are not in the outside world, but on the spiritual mountain deep in the no-man's land of Qiangtang.

In this pure land of the Buddha, the possibility of ordinary people's existence is extremely low, not to mention the words of the evil son can also prove that this monk's breath can correspond to the previous vision, but he looks very ordinary.

Just then, the old monk who came out of the woods beckoned to us, his face full of kind smile, but in the process, he did not make any sound, and it was strangely quiet.

"The old monk doesn't look like a bad guy."Soba slowly climbed up to me and saw that I had not got up with the evil son, and he did not dare to stand up, and he was still lying on the back: "Will it be the outside world's high priest?"

“The probability is very low.”I said in a low voice, “It is normal to have a monk on Mount Lingshan, but this monk...”

At this point, I did not continue to say, because my feelings at this time are a little inexplicable, there is no exact evidence, I can not say.

I don't know why either.

When I looked up with the old monk's eyes, I had a feeling of sweating and hair, and I only felt that I had been threatened by an inexplicable threat and panicked.

It may be that I am too sensitive, this strange sense of danger is fleeting, and before I can feel it in detail, it disappears almost instantly.

“He seems to have called us over.”Soba said in a low voice.

“Then go over.”I smiled, holding the knife, slowly climbed up from the ground, thinking about the Shakyamuni stone statue at the gate of the Lingshan Mountains, and I also had a little confidence in my heart.

This is not a place, a spiritual mountain, but also a pure land of the Buddha country covered by the gods of the Buddha.

Here, the danger we encounter should only come from the old religion, as for the other... what danger can there be on the spiritual mountain?

When we came to the old monk, he clasped his hands and greeted us silently, his face full of ashamed smiles, and raised his finger to his throat.

“You can’t speak?”I tested to ask.

He nodded and raised his hand a few more times, but I did not understand what his sign meant.

In this process, the vigilance of the evil son to him has always been very high, and the muscles under his body are tangle, and there is no tendency to relax.

At the same time, the old monk also looked at the evil son a few eyes, and seemed to feel the unfriendly look of the evil son.

He is definitely not an ordinary person, and this is absolutely certain... he has not been frightened by the evil one at such a close distance... this cannot be the reaction of normal people, can't it be a normal person's reaction?

“Old man, how did you get here?”I couldn’t help but wonder when asked a word.

In this section of the eye, can break into the Lingshan is nothing more than three people, either the grandfather of them, or our party, or the old school of the turtle grandson.

The old man and his party, the number and the members are fixed, this point should not change, the old school of the turtle grandchildren and ordinary people are very different, from the breath can be clearly distinguished.

The monk's temperament was very unique, clean and spotless, and utterly impossible that the old pagans were.

Speak up.

Hearing my question, the old monk smiled and shook his head, gave me no answer, turned and went to the woods.

A few steps out, he also looked back at us, raised his hand twice, and motioned for us to follow.

Before, the evil son had said that there were other people's breath in the forest... It is difficult for this monk to see the old man.Is this going to take us to see them?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get excited, and behind the old monk, strode into the jungle.

Suddenly, the sound of the evil son sounded in my brain.

The voice was dull, and there was a sense of being threatened, and it seemed to be violent at any moment.

“The neck.”

Hearing these three words, I couldn't help but stagger, because I did not think of what the evil son said, when I reacted, looked up at the old monk's neck, he also just looked back at me.

The two of us smiled at each other, he turned his head to continue leading the way, and I played twelve spirits.

“I fuck... this old man is not yet a goblin...” I muttered in my heart, and looked at his back neck silently, and the doubts in my heart suddenly became heavier.

Above the old monk's back neck, there is a scale with a thumbnail cover similar to that of a large fingernail, and looks like a snake animal or a scale like a lizard.

The scales are black, although they can be reflected in the light, but the overall look is almost the same as the bartumn black, a long-distance look, and the naturally growing black mole is very similar.

No matter what I think, I think that human beings can't grow such things, and this scale is definitely not a normal person can grow up...

"He's dangerous."The evil son said in my head, and his tone became more and more solemn: "But he is not hostile to us, and he does not know what he wants to do..."

Just as I was about to continue my analysis with the evil son, the old monk raised his hand, as if he felt itchy, and scratched the scale on his neck.

When he tickled, the size of the scale showed signs of shrinking, and it was a bit like being integrated into the body.

“Is he human?”I asked a word in my head.

The evil son did not say a word, carefully observed the old monk's back, and it took about ten seconds to open his mouth.

"It's not like he's got bigger on it."